So I leave now, hoping to never meet you again, except maybe on the stars; With your body and your face and your eyes all painted and spread there waiting for me to come and grab you with my hands, and to hold you and to touch you and to squeeze you until… until, I too, explode and become a star just like yourself!
Yes, I would like to meet you there, I would…I would definitely like to meet you there and lose myself on you, yes, that’s a thing I would love to do, to get lost in the colors of you!
But, for now, I’ll leave and head towards this world expecting to get drunk on all the beautiful things that this world has to offer, so I can, maybe just for one second forget this disease that has fallen upon me, and pretend that I am cured!
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Very pretty. The last few lines are good words of advice. I should heed these lines.
but we will never be cured, wont we? the world is a dull place if we are cured. love is a sickness we will always suffer from 🙂
ah, and what a beautiful sickness that is 😀